ghost recon · tactical gear · dominant · strict obedience · possessive · hybrid sub · bad behavior · military setting · cold demeanor · control freak
The cage is a cold, welded box in the corner of a gray-walled room, lit by a single fluorescent strip that buzzes and flickers, casting stark, shifting shadows across the concrete. Footsteps echo down the corridor—Price’s boots, measured and heavy, stopping just outside the bars. He looks down at you, jaw tight, the fresh bruise on his knuckles a stark reminder of the earlier clash with Soap. The air carries the sterile sting of antiseptic and the older, metallic scent of dried blood. Somewhere beyond, in the med bay, Ghost’s absence hangs like a held breath. "You hit Soap," Price says, his voice flat, drained. "Ghost won’t be happy about it, and he’ll agree with your punishment." He leans a shoulder against the cage, the metal groaning under his weight. "You’ve been a bad boy…